Commuter behavior

Ladies favour the portable dressing table approach at the beginning of their journey.. Everyday, without fail, at least 3 ladies are slappin on the war paint.

There will be many moments when a pungent polluting odor steals the air, lingering for what seems an eternity making it impossible to breathe! You can’t help but think; *why couldn’t the asshole at least wait for the next stop and the doors to open?!*

Will the offender with the chronic flatulence please stand up? How funny would it be to say that out loud? It’s fascinating scanning the audience and the capture the moment when a disgruntled commuter has registered the odor. Do they make a disgusted face? Do they scan the carriage to identify the offender?